Let him keep going

You moan as he polishes your knob, one hand stroking your shaft as he bobs his head. He looks up at you and his cheeks turn pink, but he doesn't slow. So much for not being gay.

"That's it, Harold," you purr, your voice growing husky as he teases you toward an inevitable orgasm. You resist, fighting the tightness growing inside you, the ache in your heavy, full balls. You're not ready for this to end. He draws back until just your cockhead is in his mouth, and his wicked tongue slides up and down the sensitive slit, making your breath catch. "Ohh, you naughty boy. You're going to make me cum if you keep that up."

Harold blushes again, but his tongue flicks faster and he hollows his cheeks as he sucks on your knob, one hand pumping your shaft while the other slides between his legs and pulls at his own cock, though to no avail. He remains soft; you've completely worn him out. The pleasure shudders through you and you moan out loud, drawing an echoing moan from him, which vibrates through your throbbing cock.

"That's it, master," you tell him, trembling inside as the impending ecstasy gathers, low and churning in your groin. "That feels so good. And you look good with a cock in your mouth. So sexy. I'm gonna cum, Harold. Oh, shit, Harold, you're gonna make me cum!"